I'm not a "real girl" I guess, because I detest shoe shopping. I'd rather have kangaroos kick me in the stomache for an hour than go shoe shopping.
Why? Let me introduce you to my size 9.5 Wide - 10 feet. The feet that make all shoes look ridiculous, stump shoe store workers as they try to find such a size in the back room in the desired shoe. It is nearly guaranteed that any and all really cute shoes will look hideous on me, if they will even fit.
I console myself with the knowledge that Julia Roberts has big feet too. But she also has tons of money so she can have any shoe she wants.
Anyway, yesterday was the Great Dress, Shoe, and Handbag Hunt of '07 at Exton Mall, sponsored by our bank account. After 6 hours at the mall, I had a dress, new facewash, Ava had a Barbie, Tess had a little Winnie the Pooh doll and a tiny Tickle Me Elmo keychain that laughs, and we'd all had lunch.
Shoes? I checked every place in the mall that sold shoes. In Macy's, I had the best luck, and the worst luck. I found SEVERAL great looking pairs of silver strappy shoes. Then I had to find the salesman, because he left me sitting in my chair for 15 minutes (I'm not exaggerating) before I went to the back and asked him for my shoes. He brought out one box of 9's and said they were the largest for that shoe, then another box marked 9.5 of a different shoe, which actually contained a pair of 8.5's. So I waited for him to come back out...and waited...and waited...and had to go get him from the back again, armed with a few more shoes for him to locate. Another 15 minutes later another woman and I went to the back together to find him, and had to call for him several times before he returned. He helped her first, while I waited and waited...20 minutes later he informed me that the 3 shoes I gave to him in Round 2 were not carried in my size.
I could have cried, hit him, and yelled at everyone in Macy's.
By now you might wonder why I waited so much, and didn't just leave. Well, I was surrounded by several shoe designs that would have looked great with the dress I bought - it seemed to be in my best interest to wait and grab any of the shoes that came in a 9.5. Little did I know that after almost an hour I'd be angry and shoeless.
Last ditch effort: Rack Room Shoes - Tim pulled the van up to the curb, I ran into the store, and within 5 minutes I was back in the van with an awesome pair of shoes. Glad I wasted several hours and curse words at the mall, when it was that easy in the end.
Now, handbag? No go. I will go handbagless to dinner - that is why men's pants have pockets....so they can carry our stuff. :-)
